They gain entry to the chamber.

Naerwyn's lips pressed onto the Akkadian's. The rogue's kiss was hungry and forceful, opening the assassin's mouth with it's insistant pressure. The hot tip of her tongue darted into his mouth, leaving him breathlessly aroused as it wrestled sinuously with his own for dominance.

He felt warm slim fingers slide up his thigh and beneath the gauzy cloth that covered his sex. He let out a moan of desire as those fingers brushed over the pouting lips of his cunt and his hips pushed forward his crotch eagerly. The unfeigned desire with which the assassin welcomed Naerwyn's advances silenced the guards. They watched transfixed and barely daring to breathe lest they disturbed the two women's play.

The auburn haired thief ran her fingers up and down the dark puffy cuntlips, her touch swelling the petals of feminine flesh and bringing moisture seeping from the hot depths of the Akkadian's cunt. He moaned into the sweet warm gag of Naerwyn's lips. That the thief seemed to naturally assume the dominant role in their sexual relationship was hers caused some consternation in the assassin. He had supposed that as a male, albeit temporarily housed in a female form, he would somehow dominate their lovemaking as he would have if his muscular body and cock were intact.

The Akkadian roused himself from his submissive role and his tongue fenced with Naerwyn's with vigour, forcing the squirming hot flesh to retreat and in turn assailing the heavenly portal of her lips and carrying the sweet conflict into Naerwyn's mouth. His hand slid beneath the thief's loin covering to discover that unlike himself that Naerwyn wore an undergarment. A slim thong covered her sex and the assassin stroked the thin material covering her cunt and felt the hot crease that lay beneath. He hooked his fingertips beneath the thong and pulled it aside to cup his palm directly upon her maidenly slit.

The thief gasped hot breath into the Akkadian's mouth as her sex was explored and she thrust forward her hips to grind her crotch onto his palm. The assassin ground the heel of his palm onto the fleshy hood at the apex of Naerwyn's crease, feeling the rigid nub of tissue hidden beneath. Naerwyn arched her back and moaned deeply in response.

For a minute or two the two women continued thus, the erotic battle for superiority played out between their tongues and fingers upon each others bodies. At last both breathless and highly aroused they relented, the contest still even. They studied one anothers faces, similarly flushed and panting.

"Enter." The suspicious guard croaked after a few moments of absolute silence. "If your performance for Trimon arouses him as much as it did myself he will be well pleased."

The guards stepped aside, the second rapping on the door before opening it and entering. He briefly spoke quietly and deferentially to someone within before opening the door wider and ushering Naerwyn and the assassin inside.